Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Malta and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Radiopuhelimet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Porter Ricks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fela Kuti,
Mo-Dettes,
Funky Four + One,
Unrelated Segments,
Barrington Levy,
Sugar Minott,
The Count Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Iggy Pop,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Angels of Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Foxx,
the Germs,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Holt,
Nick Fraelich,
Marine Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
June of 44,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
KRS-One,
Ituana,
Bronski Beat,
Whodini,
Minutemen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Standells,
Ultra Naté,
Lakeside,
Kenny Larkin,
Camouflage,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Gabor Szabo,
The Buckinghams,
a-ha,
Quadrant,
Mr. Review,
L. Decosne,
The Last Poets,
Marmalade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wire,
the Soft Cell,
R.M.O.,
The Human League,
Scion,
DJ Sneak,
Circle Jerks,
Drexciya,
The Litter,
Alphaville,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Darondo,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.